Scent of Love

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. We tested it ourselves."

"What do you mean?"

The boys looked at each other sheepishly at this question, and Aunt Fang closed her lips on a thin line. 

"Let's just say it's a case of observing, hypothesizing, experimenting and concluding." Leon put it that way. 

"Well. I'll trust these 'conclusions' then." Aunt Fang fanned herself. "Let us say that this 'scent of love' does have its effects. There would be many implications."

Wolfe nodded. "Like Robin possibly not being in love with Dane."

"Oh, she does. Very much." Aunt Fang said. 

Leon frowned. "This does bring that possibility. Without this scent, she must not have fallen in love with him."

Aunt Fang examined them from head to toe, then sighed. 

"How can you boys define which love is true and which is not? Which is valid and which is incorrect?"